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The miracle is this: the more we share, the more we have.
Find out what it is that touches you most deeply. Pursue it, learn about it, explore it, expand on it. Live with it and nurture it.
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Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.
Being honest may not get you a lot of friends, but it’ll always get you the right ones.
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Another Ho-Hum year having arrived
Hoping to do more than just survive
The previous year gifted forsaken feelings
Kneeling in prayer, seeking God’s healing
Another year, unknown opportunities wait
Seeking peace and joy, should be our fate
Many witnessed the festive Big Ball drop
Celebrating a New Year, let’s never stop
Some have written down New Year’s resolutions
Looking to erase misfortune, with grand solutions
As for me, still writing a sketchy, initial draft
Wondering if these words will light my path
Of course, many will remind us . . . a new decade!
Imagining these days, filling with exciting parades
Even as some fix to pursue permanent life changes
Remaining with the old ways, has worked for ages
Let’s at least, attempt to instill in each and every day
Submitting more precious sway, following God’s way
Not just another year, hallowed in God’s eyes
Lifting us up, like eagles ascending in the sky
Our Lord’s Word guides by His true light
Making each day of this year, His delight
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From Revelations 22:5: “And there will be no more night; they need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light, and they will reign forever and ever.”
Today’s “Monday Memories” poem was previously published in February, 2019. Enjoy its short, yet humor-filled verses which tell a bit of a story.
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Farmer Fred lives near an insignificant, small town
His atrocious driving skills are very well renowned
He pops into town usually once a week
Leaving his farmhouse to take a peek
After a day filled with nothing and too much fizzle
Fred stops over at a local tavern to wet his whistle
He orders a cheeseburger and a sweet sarsaparilla
When a wayward woman spots this handsome fella
Marge is a forgotten classmate from their high school
She navigates quite well when playing a game of pool
She stumbles over and sits down—a bit wobbly
Ordering another drink seems to be her hobby
Fred informs Marge that his driving is now restricted
He has been crashing too much and been ticketed
Marge asks, “How do you then drive that old Ford truck?”
Fred replies, “I just need a navigator to bring me luck”
He asks her, “Interested in helping me one final time?”
“Sure my dear friend! But . . . the first tree is mine!”
From Luke 8:23-24: “And while they were sailing He [Jesus] fell asleep. A windstorm swept down on the lake, and the boat was filling with water, and they were in danger. They went to Him and woke Him up, shouting, ‘Master, Master, we are perishing!’ And He woke up and rebuked the wind and the raging waves, they ceased, and there was calm.”
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Sometimes life’s waters become turbulent
God’s seaworthy vessel carries the day
His Word quiets the daily storms we face
With His Spirit, angels leading the way
Jesus has walked on the water we sail
Inspiring many to always believe
Encountering rough “Titanic” struggles
Our journey will overcome, the storm leaves
Sailing off course, we have a champion
Jesus fathoms, walking ahead of us
Father, Son, Holy Ghost . . . never alone
Following our Savior, in whom we trust
God’s faithfulness, sets a perfect heading
Sailing away, His true compass leading
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Leaving memories from a classroom
Now pursuing and writing a new tune
Exciting, unfamiliar journey begins
Seeing life through a creative lens
Retirement offers a different team
Fulfilling hidden, unexpected dreams
Waking up in the very early morn
Coffee and writing, refreshing norm
Discovering a passion for poetry
Let’s see where words will take me
Finding a unique style to nurture
This pen flows with adventure
Short stories stir up this open mind
Enjoying the fun, these words find
Thankful for readers, such as you
This writer’s journey, quite a view
Family Scattered
Coming together at last—
Mountaintop Christmas
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Retirement arrives
Rocking chair waits in corner—
Having too much fun
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Searching for lost words
Crafting special poems at dawn—
Mission accomplished
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You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you.
If you want to conquer fear, don’t sit home and think about it. Go out and get busy.
From Lamentations 3:22-23: “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.”
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Waking on an early morn
Winter’s darkness invites
Kitchen wood stove warms
Hot coffee always delights
Opening the family Bible
Reading God’s Holy Word
Feeling ever close to Him
God’s peace, gladly heard
Morning light, brings a smile
Caressing sunshine’s charm
Anxiously awaiting the day
Jesus protects all from harm
Sun disappears behind clouds
Transmitting a wintry scene
No need to go anywhere today
Playing for retirement’s team
Days are short, nights long
Thoughts of spring, far away
Feeling at peace, but alone
Who visits on this snowy day?
Peeking out the window again
In the distance, twin headlights
Daughter’s family, safely arrives
Making this day, absolute delight
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There was once a leader in a far-off land in the “Make Believe” world of a toy box. This leader was made of wood, and featured the well-crafted workmanship of his Creator.
Despite appearances, there were flaws in the leader’s character. He was dishonest and bullied everyone around him. His actions as leader led to friction and decisiveness in the toy box. The leader continued to govern with a misguided mind and agenda. His heart seemed hardened to the point that other toys really wondered if he even possessed a heart.
One day, the boy who played with the toy box every day asked the leader, “Why is your character so bad?”
The leader ignored the question, and the boy played with his other toys. Perhaps being made out of wood had made him inflexible with a hardness of attitude. Everything the other toys did or said seemed to go against his grain.
Meanwhile, more and more heat came from some of the fiery citizens in the toy box. Their patience was wearing thinner with each passing day. A few toys even threatened the leader with more than just words. The leader was paranoid about being literally “put on fire” from some of the other toys’ actions. After all, he was made out of solid wood.
After observing the crippling turmoil in his toy box, the boy told the other toys, “I will ask the Creator to help us with this mess.”
The boy prayed a special prayer to the Creator:
Dear Creator, the toys and I ask for your help. Our leader needs to change his bad ways so that all of the toys will enjoy a better life here in this toy box. We look to you for aid and support. Amen.
The Creator heard the boy’s prayer-filled words. Overnight, he came into the toy box and removed the leader, who was sleeping soundly. He remolded the leader into a better person with a benevolent and caring heart, which had been missing all along.
The leader was returned to the toy box with a heart no longer as hard as wood. He was transformed into a Gospel-led leader.
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